FYI

These are things that have counted as exercise and/or physical therapy in 2020:

• Rolling over in bed without blowing out my chest and back muscles. There’s an actual technique (HONEST!) AND this takes a shit-ton more energy than you healthy people think!
• Sitting up in bed from a full flat position WHILE a small yet absurdly dense cat is sprawled across your chest. My first impulse (yours too possibly) is to use back and chest muscles. Wrong. Pull strength from your stomach and try for a rolling kip.
  
• Standing up after sitting in a chair. First, I should NEVA sit for more than an hour. Why? Newton's First Law of Motion – an object at rest stays at rest…etc.
• Walking up or down the stairs. This is strength building but also counts as physical therapy for my wonk-ass balance.
• Standing while putting on clothes – particularly pants. Again – strength and balance.
• Cleaning out Coco’s litter box. There’s bending, a little stretching and lifting.
• Showering – there’s lifting, bending, balance focus and stretching (those legs and pits ain’t gonna swab themselves, ya know).
• Walking three small blocks without toppling over, (my peak this year was eight but I only reached that height once). This is, of course, exercise AND advanced level balance PT. I need to keep my eyes forward, focused on the horizon and NOT be distracted by every cool dandelion, crocus, pile of snow, passing kitten, flashing wave or stray, possibly maskless, human walking nearby. I don’t have intact balance nerves so vision is where I get my equilibrium. Walking takes a lot of laser focused concentration. dammit.
  
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  Two minutes on the elliptical every other day. YES, this is something. In 2019 I was doing 45 minutes to an hour five days out of seven. After 2020’s brain surgery and before August’s spine slice I’d worked back up to 30 minutes. Just FYI and shit, spine surgery, pulled muscles and elephantine levels of anti seizure meds are motherfuckers.
• Changing the sheets on the bed. FUCK me, mes amis. This has got EVERY-damn-thing goin’ on – balance, bending, stretching, lifting. It’s my goal for today. If I can do the fitted sheet, Imma call it a win.
  

 Do I have other goals for today beyond this? Other exercise and PT? LOOK, what do you want from me? I’ve just about survived this hellish, freakazoid, stupid year – is THAT not enough!? OK, OK. I WILL engage in some doodling, reading and being Coco’s doormat. Happy now!?

Last night, before sacking out, I confessed a deep desire to Ten.

Once it’s safe to eat in restaurants again, I want to get brekkie out. Specifically, at this astoundingly fab joint I know of. It’s in Berlin though – been there once on my own and once with Jen, Della and family. Planning will be necessary //shudder//. There’s another good breakfast place I know of, in Reykjavík, but the service is pretty slow. Ten sez he doesn’t mind.

As long as I have coffee I’ll be fine.